 Guest Report By Annoying Customer Lemme tell you, it was one of my typical adventures. A few weeks ago, my buddy Joe informs me he bought tickets to some VA thing out in Jersey. What the heck; I have no life anyway; I call out, take out every penny I can spend, and get up around 7 am to get going. 8:00 and I'm 1-95 headed to Joe's place in scenic Nowheresville, PA. A nice stop at the bank, complete with computer failures, and a hearty breakfast at McD's, While the Clerks there try and figure out where that skinny kid's putting the double breakfast meals he ordered. 10 AM and we're on the road, dreary drizzle and crazy Jersey drivers doing little to hamper our progress, 1.5 hours across the state to Redbank, and hell, I didn't get lost once? Chalk it up to an act of God. Or Bob, as the case may be. 11:30, and we're parking the teal Ranger (say Morphin and die, bitches!) in a nice, and conviently free, parking lot (You go ahead and tell me both payment machines went down on the same day coincidently, sure..) So, we stand outside the gorgeous shack with a dozen strangers and curse that blasted curtain that hides the door (by the way, we're group 4: I'm the tallish guy with the long blonde hair and the trench and doesn't say much, and no, I'm not trying to look like Jay..I just have similiar tastes). Someone finally comes out and lets us know we have another 3 hours, at least, to wait. I get impatient, as usual, and go across the way to Starbucks to feed my need, the need for caffiene. 15 minutes later, I'm caf-pumped and back on the street, dodging a peeved cop and lining up along the wall. Shortly thereafter, the tour begins. Educational to the max, I leaned the following "Useless stuff":
-Brian does some kickass accents, esp that "Krusty the clown" one.. Last stop was the shop. Or should I say, "Mecca" Yes, I swear to Bob, I found my true home. First thing I saw when I walked into that sweet den of iniquity was the J and SB Batman tights from "Mallrats" hanging along tha back wall, quite a bit away. Then I saw ye ole wall o comics, ye ole wall o rare videos (Sailor Moon R cheaper than anywhere I've ever seen! Kev I love you man!), lotsa cool memorabilia, the shit demon, and all sortsa other cool stuff.Yes, Bob's in his stash, and all is well in the world. I came in expecting to buy nada (what's another comic book store, I so foolishly wondered), came out with $75 worth of stuff, and only that little because I was so broke! Not only that, but I met the MAN. Kevin was really cool, and extermely friendly and open. I think I spent the five minutes I was with him stammering and thanking him, I felt so awed. I was such a typical yokel..I feel rather stupid..oh well, next time..I got him to sign my Daredevil TPB, and almost got Jimmy (Palmiotti) and Joe (Quesada) too, except that booked before I could, I think. Then the lights die, and I get to be one of the first to see "Dogma" OH MY BOB. I will not speak much, because I will not do justice to the absolute kickassness of this movie. But this movie..this..paragon of movies..heck, the only thing I'd be more apt to see in the next five years will be the next (or is that first) Holy Trilogy. (Star Wars for anyone who doesn't know, heathens.) I also got to see some fx trailers, and a preview of "Vulgar" (man, I feel SO sorry for Brian, ouch!) After I drool in awe, the lights go up, I hang out a bit more, then leave. I also did not get my t-shirt, damnit! Oh well, I wouldn't care if you threw rabid pirhana at me Kev, I had a great time, and I hope to be there to see Dogma if there's another party. And that's the way it is.
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